prompt: Salut, I have an idea for a prompt, in case it is okay for you to mix the real world with the fictional world. Could you write something where Effie wears a dress like Elizabeth did for the Met Gala? This Haymitch approves post here inspired me. :)

The Dress

"If we're late this time it will be your fault!" Haymitch bellowed at the top of his lungs in the direction of the bedrooms.

He had been waiting for her for ten minutes already – something that never happened. He tugged on his jacket and loosened his tie, uncomfortable in the formal attire. He didn't see why they needed to always wear fancy clothes to all those parties. Capitols partied every day.

Finally, her door opened and she stepped out.

And Haymitch's jaw dropped.

The dress was a bright turquoise blue, long, with a neckline so plunging there was no hiding she wasn't wearing a bra. Her sides and her lower back were left bare so the upper and lower part of the dress were only connected a little above her belly button. It was tight too and didn't leave much to imagination : the limbs usually left bare, her legs and arms were covered, but everything else was offered a peek at. He looked her over twice, his grey eyes kept coming back to her chest. There was a long golden necklace dangling between her breasts and he desperately wanted to touch, to know if it had warmed against her skin or if it was cold.

She stopped fumbling with her small purse and glanced up, probably surprised by the lack of taunts coming her way. He couldn't muster his usual gibes about her being ugly or ridiculous, not with that dress.

"Well… Someone likes what he sees." she teased.

His mouth felt parched and he didn't trust himself to answer that so instead he held out his arm in a brisk fashion. She took it with a pleased smirk and let him guide them both to the elevator, barely pausing to toss him a look of rebuke when he placed his hand at the small of her back to guide her in. Her skin was soft and warm and instantly knew he would spend the whole party finding excuses to touch it. If he could take his eyes away from her breasts that was.

"I know subtlety isn't your forte, Haymitch, but please try to be discreet if you are going to ogle my chest all night." she requested, obviously amused.

"You're the devil." he decided. "You're the worst tease ever, a bloody temptress."

"Ah, but the question is… Are you tempted?" she grinned.

She stepped out of the elevator before he could reply.

And he was left trailing after her like a lost puppy.

That answered the question quite nicely though.